A Judge Sat at the Defense Table in Her Own Courtroom as Her Parents Tried to Sue Her

our house. That was rent.

The word landed in the center of the table with a weight disproportionate to its four letters.

You told me it was going into savings, I said.

My mother’s voice was small and directed at her plate. Dale’s right. It was just rent, honey.

Thirty people sat in a silence with a specific texture. Uncle Frank’s wife set her napkin down.continue reading …